Mytwosentences 229 (Dying To Know 52)

Stave IV The Conclusion

The earth and the sea seemed to pause as Allie approached the cut off spectre of, well, where…. also, for some reason she couldn’t shake the thought of Dock 19.

As the giant grey spotted sea bird located a drop point, Allie remembered a helpful man… when she first came ashore… big table… yes, Shill it was.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 228 (Dying To Know 51)

Allie Carraig sat strong on the custodial sea bird, as if she knew it was supposed to be beneath her… but how could that be?

In the glide of the moment, she suddenly remembered the laborious harrow of the buckwheat, but it wasn’t like before, it was just a passing memory… then the fulcrum of the flight quickly leveled and she saw…

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 227 (Dying To Know 50)

(Slumber / historical visions / etches in table) How come when I pause to listen to the nothing, I feel like I am going to fall out of myself… that’s the last thought she had when she came out of the hypnotic whirlwind camping beneath her eyelids.

Allie was never one to blench, perhaps a result of her foul father, (she twitched) but the redoubtablely deep darkness ahead, beyond the moonlit speed of the glistening sea, was now a welcomed site.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 226 (Dying To Know 49)

and suddenly there he was, the mystical and lost Buddy Bolden; cornet on lips, Boller slightly forward, yet upon you… and a sly, slick sound most couldn’t and would never be able to describe, until later… Allie’s dreaming eyes continued to roll beneath her wind burned lids until thoughts inevitably turned to that god forsaken beach table.

The enormous spotted gray sea bird continued cruising only inches above the ocean line, but truly zipping, toward the place that she, Zenobia, had long ago proclaimed Brigadoon… preparations had once again begun.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 225 (Dying To Know 48)

Abagail Adams… Harriet Tubman… spinney high and low… sleep thoughts; oh, awe… Allie’s eyes fluttered and focused into this love and life… arms engaged about.

The skies, abound… calamitous… Allie Carraig was close to her god in that moment, that waking moment, soaring…her eyes widened and she realized she was traveling, perhaps flying, perched upon a giant bird, well above that shitstorm of a planet… then

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 224 (Dying To Know 47)

“Why, phrwth, why, where, aaaahhth,”… Allie’s voice was loud in the cloudfilling nothingness… she spued up another lung cough and lay with misplaced experience returning… this beach bully, yes it was a bird, was lurking just to her left.

Allie wiped her mouth, turned, saw the gigantic bird 2 inches from her volatile soul, and screamed at the top of her lungs “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh”… that was when the air, for the final time in her crunching life, got quiet.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 223 (Dying To Know 46)

She hadn’t thought about it earlier, but her cough, in her retreat, returned… quite harsh, with an uncomfortable amount of crimson… then she jumped upon the table wearing worn jeans and a ripped cotton t-shirt, both completely dry from the wavy grass.

She put her tightened hands over her head, crouched to a fetal position, and scrunched her eyes closed, as tight as she knew, before she felt the beast breathing vomit into her ear.

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 222 (Dying To Know 45)

The quiddity of Allie Carraig was apparently returning, or at least trying to, along with the unchartable beach tides and that enormous table which was more like an archeological tableau, complete with cryptic scrawl and unexplained epithets.

As the numinous gray spotted sea bird made imprint after imprint plodding forward up the beach, Allie finally got a solid look at her sunken boots, which were lying useless beyond the imposing bird near the waterline… she impulsively retreated back to the table with the monster closing. (Reeeeeeeaaaaarrrraaarrrreeeeeeaaaaarrrrr)

Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 221 ( Dying To Know 44)

What Allie Carraig then experienced was something most wish they could one day know, or at least approach… an awakening of sense and spirit, life and feeling… at that moment (she figured it was just another headache) her eyes finally unrolled into a less painful semblance of focus.

The boots were getting soaked as the tide continued to be playful, splashing in and out, laces floated; and her well worn footwear filled with salty beach and leftover moonshine… then the gigantic bird stepped forward and screamed.

Written by Edward Roads